Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Where's Home?

I asked my younger brother if he ever felt like he belonged
back home in Fiji and he simply said no and I couldn’t have put it better
myself.

Since we were 5 years old we’ve been forced into the
processes of cultural and social assimilation, unpredictable nomadism, gripping
farewells and constant personality and tolerance adjustments. We quickly
developed a knack for establishing relationships and deepening them swiftly. We
became adept to the liberation of lingering emotions that places and people
often left upon our brief settlements. We seemed to easily permeate through the
boundaries and walls of cultures and various social orders, creating within us
a great appreciation for multiculturalism, minorities and general knowledge
about the world and the vast array of people that crossed our paths every day.
And inevitably we incorporated pieces of these different cultures, people and
places within us, which of course sounds exciting and possibly even exotic yet
it also rendered us without a sense of ownership not even to the place of our
passports.

Although, my brother and I are only a fraction of what other
children have and are going through. We have many friends that we incidentally went
to school with as well as grew up with that experienced the same circumstances
much more radically than we. Imagine living in a new country every 2-3 years from
a very early age till your mid-20s. Born is the “Third Culture Kid” (TCK). An
interesting species that thrives on short-lived relationships, carries
temporary intentions and expectations, is socially awkward yet, also socially practiced and speaks with a
hybrid other worldly accent normally found acceptable in International Schools.
And with that general overview of the
complex layers of a TCK, I arrive at my point, my brother and I never felt like
we belonged in Fiji or any of the other countries we’ve lived. There will
always be a part of me that will never fully identify with the deep ancestry
that runs profoundly through my veins. In no way am I dismissing this beauty of
heritage and history that many I have come to find cannot even claim within
their own bloodlines. Instead I emphasize that although I know who I am,
sometimes I struggle to know where I am from.

I remember in my first year of university I use to think
about why I never really felt like I belonged, not even among my own family and
every time I would entertain the thought I would hear a small sweet voice tell
me that in fact I didn’t belong, that this was only a visit and I was foreigner
waiting to return Home. I found solace in these words and I soon would
understand my insecurities from a much larger scale. My lack of ownership to
any particular place was never a constant nagging in my head growing up, I was definitely
aware of the complexities that this word and question possessed especially when
encountering others who did not share a similar background. However, I never
saw it as a burden, I saw it as something quite funny if anything. At times I
find myself loosely using the word origin and sometimes I don’t. Either way a fully
confirmed physical origin is not a necessary route to
identity, knowing who you are is.

6 comments:

It's as if you bypass my intellectual understanding and speak straight to my heart. This carries profound beauty and insight to the 'larger scale' of life, culture, history and identity. Wonderful Tash, absolutely wonderful!

Hi Tash! The questions are absolutely full of wisdom and thought provoking and got me thinking too!! And Cheyenne your responses are just icing on the cake!! It is indeed a living testimony that will have profound impact on every individual that is going through 'hell' and just merely needs some spiritual uplifting! So proud of you girls! Loloma levu, Ameria.

You know, I have often thought about what it must have been like for you and Joji growing up and having to change homes, schools all the time. This answers ANY question I previously had. You may wander this world but hey you never EVER have to wonder where home is if you know who you belong to. Love you sis

seriously Tash you should write a book...and i will be in your entourage when you travel the world on your book tour...

I never gave much thought about home?? To me home is wherever my mom was and that has taken me from Tonga to Fiji and now Samoa. Even tough I'm in Tonga now, my mum would email me and say "Do you wanna come home for Easter" Reading your blog Tash got me thinking...my mum will not live forever, where would home be once shes gone? It's sounds pathetic i know, but i got teary just thinking about it...